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Who; Rhy Maresh, Llewellyn Watts, Open
What; Rhy accidentally makes a wish and things happen
Where; The Maresh-Watts home, the Markets
When; Feb 12th to 18th
Warnings; CW: Temporarily Deaf character

I. Poorly Chosen Words | A Cut Above

It had been an uncomfortable day through the whole of it. There was tension in the air that Rhy didn't understand, though it definitely frustrated him. His head was aching, he had work to do, and there was so much silly nattering.

Which was what led to incautious words, just as the bell rang over the door to announce the arrival of a new customer.

"Would it be too much for a man to wish for a bit of silence?"

And he had to pause, and smile. Because the sounds faded away. People were respecting the request. Thank goodness. He smiled and looked back down to the vest he was embroidering, not even noticing the customer before him.

II. Comfort At Home | Maresh-Watts Home (Closer to Llewellyn)

Something had gone wrong, and Rhy didn't know what. He had just come to recognize it, and after much pantomiming from the girls at the shop, he had known he should go home. Which was where Rhy was now. He'd arrived without Llewellyn there, and so he had taken a hot mug of tea to the living room and settled there on the couch. It had been a rather poor choice of location of course, given the fact that it meant his back was to the door. There was no way he would see his husband entering, but it was a common place for him, so he'd done it without thinking.

So now he sat, sipping tea, watching the fire without hearing its crackle, and waited.

III. Simpler Market Day | Markets

There was one advantage, if one wished to call it such. The market was less stress when it was quiet. There was no chance for him to call out for those who might sell him things, there was no arguments, there was no bargaining. All there was for him was a list as he moves through the market.

When he reached a stall he frowned to see the merchant there not bothering to look at him.

"I need help," he said, feeling the words in his own body, but not hearing a single one. "Please?"

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Tea should never wait, not if you could have both a lovely dog in your lap and your husband happy to provide it without you having to get up. Let him dote upon you, Rhy. He’s worried himself and it helps to think he might be able to help in little ways while they adjust and figure things out.

Jotting down a note, he wonders absently if there are any of those nice biscuits left that would go well with tea. Of course, snacks couldn’t hurt along with the comfort of tea. The man sets the pad carefully where Rhy can see it as he reached for the cup that had Rhy’s original tea.

Then a lavender tea with honey is exactly what you shall have, my love. You and Pretzel just relax and enjoy a good snuggle. I think he’s about ready to fall asleep after his walk and he seems to be quite content. I’ll tap on the edge of the sofa when I return. That way you know it’s me and not some random stranger, okay?

He knew someone who did that, and it was a little less alarming than coming up and physically touching someone on their shoulder when they didn’t expect it.

"Alright," Rhy said after he read the note. WHen he couldn't hear so much of himself it could be hard to move himself to speak at length. For now he was far more focused on the hound in his lap that he had to give such attention to.

Because it was better to think of Pretzel's concerns than his own.

Pretzel was happy to provide the distraction, sometimes nuzzling his little wrinkly head into Rhy’s side with a content sigh, eyes drifting shut now and then as a comfortable, sleepy feeling overtook the creature.

Llewellyn was gone about as long as one would expect to boil the kettle on the stove and prepare the tea as Rhy liked it. Returning with a fresh cup a short while later, carefully held in one hand, entering the sitting room and tapping on the back of the sofa to let his husband know he was approaching again.

The tapping was barely noticable to Rhy, even with him focusing so much on trying to sense such a thing when it came. His attention goes to Llewellyn and he offers a soft, sad smile.

"My gratitude."

The smile is returned with one of his own as he set the cup down, giving Pretzel a little pat as well before taking his place on the sofa next to Rhy again. He wished he could do more, but little things like this were the most he could manage for now.

You’re welcome, my love. I’m happy to get anything you need.

"I need my hearing back. I hate not hearing your voice. I hate... I hate all of this."

HE was trying not to cry again, but it was so hard.

Llewellyn put the notepad aside again. More written words wouldn’t make it better… Not when his husband made it clear how much he wanted to hear him speak again when he couldn’t make that happen. Not until whatever this was ended. Instead, he offered Rhy his arms, wanting to hold him instead to give him some comfort and reassurance that they’d make sure things were okay.

Writing any more could wait for a bit. His husband needed a break from the constant reminder that he couldn’t communicate the way he wanted to.

Holding would work. Holding was the right choice. Rhy pulled his lover to him, as closely as he could without upsetting his tea. Losing the tea would be bad right now, so he would rather not risk it.

Llewellyn is at least mindful of the tea. He wasn’t going to make his husband lose a second cup today from his bumbling. He simply let the other draw in close and adjusts enough for them to be comfortable so Rhy could enjoy the closeness and have his tea if he needed it. The man was happy to hold his beloved, to give him some semblance of normalcy in this situation that was far from it, in hopes of giving him a little peace to settle his mind.

"I think I need to finish this cup and take a nap," he decides. Because right now being awake was more stress than being asleep m ight be.

A nap once he’d finished his tea sounded like a good idea. It would be good for him to rest his frazzled nerves, considering everything that had happened. The detective offered a small nod and a soft kiss to his husband’s cheek. If Rhy wanted company, he would join him for the nap, and then later he would see about getting things in order and to help them move forward from this.

"Thank you," he said before sitting at his tea. He really needed to finish this and rest.

Giving Rhy a gentle side hug, he made sure his husband had the space to finish his tea. Making sure to keep an eye on Pretzel in case they needed to encourage the hound to move when it came time for Rhy to get up.

Getting up didn't seem like something worth doing in the moment, so Rhy just sipped and tried to pretend it was a normal day. That was the best thing he had going for him.

Llewellyn wouldn’t interrupt or rush Rhy, anyway. If his husband could find some sense of normalcy for a little while, then he should have that. It had been a very long day for his love, and he knew it. All he could do was his best to assist when his husband needed him, and to try to ease some of the unpleasantness and stress that the other was forced to deal with through this.

Once he's finished with his tea Rhy sets the cup aside and closes his eyes. He needed to sleep. Desperately needed to sleep with the hope that when he woke he could be whole again. Which would not happen sadly.

Llewellyn watched as Rhy’s eyes drifted shut. Glancing at the cup, he made sure it was safe on the side table before drawing a little throw from the back of the couch to drape over the man. Clearly he needed the rest, and if he was comfortable with Pretzel and him there, then he wasn’t going to stir him from his nap, he would be there to watch over him while he rested… And while he did, he tried to put some thoughts in order to help when the man woke.

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wrapping this one up.

Okay!